clothes would do more good covering the kid than providing fuel for the small bonfire she’d had in mind.
“I’ll leave some clean clothes outside the door,” she said. “Throw the ones you have on into the washer.”
Gabi nodded and retreated into the bathroom. Once in her own room, Mist pulled a shirt out of her closet, found some new underwear and fairly new socks in a drawer, and picked out a pair of jeans for Gabi. The girl was considerably shorter than Mist, but at least the clothes would be clean.
Eric’s clothes still hung in the other half of the closet, as if he planned to return any moment to put them on again. Four business suits, neatly pressed polo shirts, pants carefully arranged on glossy wood hangers. Eric had almost never worn jeans. He’d always been . . .
She left both sets of clothes on the floor outside the bathroom and returned to the bedroom, too exhausted to dwell on the ugly fact that she and a man who hadn’t really existed had slept together in this room only yesterday morning. She removed her belt and knife, flipped back the blankets, and toppled onto the bed.
A faint, rhythmic noise woke her a little while later. She stared blearily at the alarm clock and sat up, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from.
It was a voice. An elf ’s voice, singing spells of protection outside her door.
Curse him. He should be . . .
She never reached the end of the thought.
11
“Senator Briggs?”
The young woman rushed up to the portly politician, breathless and tottering on her spike-heeled pumps. Briggs, disturbed in his conversation with an important local businessman, cast her a forbidding glance. His expression changed almost immediately as he took in the woman’s short, tight-fitting skirt, long, elegant legs, and the cleavage that showed at the neckline of her mauve silk blouse, winningly emphasized by the shadows cast under streetlights flickering on with the coming of night.
He muttered a word of apology to his companion and turned to the woman. “Yes?” he asked with a patently false smile. “May I help you?”
“Oh, Senator. I’m sorry to disturb you, it’s just that I . . .” She halted in mid-gush, flustered, then resumed in more measured tones.
“Senator Briggs, I heard you speak today on the evils of a secular society.” She filled her lungs, the better to show off her succulent breasts. “I just wanted to tell you how
The senator, visibly pleased, pretended to focus on her face, which the woman knew was as seductively beautiful as her body. “Why, Miss . . .”
“Lori. Lori Larsen.” She batted her eyelashes. “I’ve been following you ever since you won the election. I can’t believe I’m finally meeting you!”
“Well, Miss Larsen, the pleasure is all mine.” He turned back to the businessman, spoke a few soft words, and shook the man’s hand. The man glanced once at Miss Larsen and reluctantly walked back into the hotel. “Now, what about my speech did you like most?” he asked.
Lori smiled, showing off pearly white teeth. “It’s so hard to choose. I think it was when you talked about the dogma of Darwinism. It’s so awful what they’re doing in schools these days!”
Senator Briggs nodded solemnly. “So true. We’re doing our best to put our own people on the school boards, but the forces of Satan are powerful.” His assessing gaze slewed down to her legs and crawled back up to her bustline. “Are you enjoying the conference so far?”
“Oh, yes! But it wouldn’t have been nearly so enjoyable if
Puffing out his chest, the senator offered his arm. “Perhaps you’d like to discuss this over a drink,” he said. “The hotel has an excellent bar. That is, of course, if you indulge.”
She met his eyes. “The Bible says, ‘He makes grass grow for the cattle, and plants for man to cultivate— bringing forth food from the earth: wine that gladdens the heart of man, oil to make his face shine, and bread that sustains his heart.’ ”
“You know your Bible! I congratulate you.” Briggs’s brown eyes assumed a libidinous gleam. “Shall we?”
Lori took his arm and, giggling with excitement, accompanied the senator to the bar.
She was very good at having her way. It didn’t take much encouragement to press the congressman to drink much more than he ordinarily would or to shield him from awareness of the effects of imbibing to excess. Nor was it difficult to persuade him to let her escort him to his suite, or to sit down beside him on the bed and bathe his forehead. When she complained that the room was too hot and removed her jacket, further exposing her breasts, small waist, and shapely ass, she struck the most provocative poses with beguiling innocence.
In the end, the senator fell. Satan was in his heart, tempting him beyond his meager power to resist. When she helped him out of his suit jacket, he buried his hot, heavy face into her neck. When she unbuttoned his shirt, he insisted on returning the favor. Soon his fat, broad hands were on her breasts, squeezing her nipples, and she knew then he would never turn back. Like all his kind, he was a hypocrite, weak and stupid. Just the kind of mortal she needed. She didn’t resist when he bore her back on the bed, pushed up her skirt, and revealed her complete absence of undergarments. She moaned in anticipation as he pulled his pants down around his legs and planted his gross, sweaty body between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist and cried out as he thrust inside her. Lori had always enjoyed sex, and it didn’t much matter to her what form it took. As a mare, she had become impregnated by a stallion, and she had made love as woman with man, man with woman, and man with man, dominant and submissive. All of it was good. Briggs was well-endowed, which was almost enough to make up for his pale, ugly body.
So she took what pleasure she could out of the grunting pig inside her, suppressing her climax until the good senator had spent his seed. Then she let go, bucking and gasping just before the mortal collapsed on top of her. She pushed his unresisting body over onto his back. Almost at once he fell into a drink-sodden sleep, his flaccid penis dangling over the open waistband of his trousers. With a curl of her lip, Lori shed the remainder of her clothes and stepped into the shower, washing his stink away. Then, still naked, she stood in front of the fogged mirror, cleared it with a gesture, and watched herself change.
Loki Laufeyson examined his sleekly muscled body with approval and walked back into the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed, chanted a quick spell and watched the senator begin to emerge from his postcoital slumber. Once he was sure Briggs was nearly awake, he went to work.
The senator’s eyes snapped open. He didn’t see Loki at first; he was too busy enjoying Loki’s expert ministrations. It was only when he reached out and tangled his fingers in Loki’s hair that he began to realize that something was amiss.
“Lori?” he croaked. “What—”
Raising his head, Loki grinned. “What is it, my darling? More teeth, perhaps?”
The senator’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. He reared up, mouth working in soundless protest, and tried to push Loki away. Loki wrapped his fingers around Brigg’s flagging member and held on.
“Calm yourself, Senator,” he said gently. “I wouldn’t want you to be injured.”
Staring into Loki’s eyes, Briggs began to tremble. “Who are you?” he whispered. “Where is Lori?”
“Lori’s here, my love,” Loki said in her voice. He touched his own chest. “Didn’t you enjoy fucking her? Or was it
“Oh, my God.” Tears leaked from the corners of Briggs’s eyes. “Oh, my God. What have you done?”
“Your god has nothing to do with it,” Loki said. He released the senator and got up from the bed. “I believe the sin was all yours, Senator.”
